You think that you’re stupid
Someone will think that you’re smart
You think that you’re pathetic
Someone will think that you’re great
You think that you’re worthless
Someone will think that you’re worth everything
You think that you are ugly
Someone will think that you’re beautiful
You think everyone hates you
Someone out there loves you
You think that everyone out there is an enemy
Someone out there wants to be your friend
We are all human, we all bleed red
Don’t ever think you’re better off dead
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I was in a hospital waiting room this morning. I picked up a leaflet entitled Poems in the Waiting Room. A nice idea. I have never come accross this poem by Edgar Guest before. I really like it.
A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter:
“Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don’t fall into the river.” The little girl said:
“No, Dad. You hold my hand.”
“What’s the difference?” Asked the puzzled father.
“There’s a big difference,” replied the little girl.
“If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.”
In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours…
In The Middle of the Night
Just an ordinary bloke
An honest guy
That’s Just the way it is
What can you do?
Life is too short
When your time is up, it’s up
You like to have a laugh
Is that really true?
What is a normal guy?
How can you be honest when you say so little?
What if this is not just the way it is?
Where are the words to speak about your pain?
I don’t hear you laughing
When did you decide your time was up?